Chapters
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The frost clung to the air like a stubborn ghost, refusing to relinquish its grip on the city. I walked the streets with a singular purpose burning in my chest, my mother's whispered words a haunting echo in my mind. "Perhaps I can run, so you don't have to be cold." I had scoured the city for work, my pride swallowing the bitter taste of rejection as I was turned away time and again. "It's nothing personal, mal'chik," they would say, their words laced with condescension. But the smirks on their faces…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I woke up surrounded by warmth, the soft hum of the city below drifting through the open window. Axel's steady breathing was a comforting rhythm against my back, his arm draped protectively over my waist. Jin was already up, the clinking of pans and the aroma of brewing coffee wafting from the kitchen. I smiled, stretching languidly, feeling cherished and safe in our penthouse nest. Axel stirred behind me, his voice gruff with sleep. "Morning, princess," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder.…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The moment I was thrown into the cell, a bone-chilling coldness seeped into my skin, and the metallic taste of fear lingered in my mouth. I was just a boy, barely fourteen, but my crime had painted a target on my back that not even the most hardened zeks could ignore. I had killed an omega and, worse, her unborn child. The guilt of it clung to me like a second skin, a constant reminder of the monster I had become. The cell was cramped, the air thick with the musk of unwashed bodies and…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I had parked on the side of his store where he had his small parking lot. It felt secluded, which made me feel fractionally safer but also more exposed. I unhatched the back and placed the box as far back as possible in my trunk, pushing over all the junk I had yet to empty from my car. Even though I organized my business items, kept my lab in impeccable condition, and ensured my appearance was flawless, I couldn’t remember the last time my car wasn’t a disaster. I couldn’t recall the last time I…
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58.3 K • Completed - Edited
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The burner phone vibrated in my hand, the sudden movement causing me to jump. I fumbled with the device, my fingers slick with sweat as I brought it to my ear. "Darcy?" Dr. Parsons' voice was a lifeline in the oppressive silence of the restroom. I choked out a sob, relief flooding through me at the sound of her voice. "Dr. Parsons, I—" My words were cut off by the intensity of my emotions, the reality of my situation crashing down around me. "Take a deep breath, Darcy," she instructed, her tone steady…
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77.2 K • Completed
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The light of the dreamscape clung to me long after I woke, its shadows still whispering through my veins. The garden and Draven’s haunting words played on an endless loop in my mind. The way they had looked at me—eyes that seemed to hold centuries of longing and truth—set my heart racing in a way that felt almost treacherous. They were shadow incarnate, a being of elegance and power wrapped in danger, yet there was something achingly familiar in how they spoke to me, how they confessed lifetimes of…
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86.0 K • Ongoing
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I pushed open the heavy doors of The Vultures' NYC chapter, the familiar rumble of Harleys and the scent of oil and leather welcomed me like an old friend. The guys were here, lounging around, their eyes lit up as they spotted me. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride as they clapped me on the back, their words of respect mingled with the classic rock blaring from the speakers. "Yo, Doc! Heard you went all Rambo on the Iron Serpents," one of the younger members shouted over the music, a grin spread…
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77.2 K • Completed
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I stood in the sterile glow of the funeral home's back room, the scent of death and antiseptic mingling in the air. The body before me was still warm, the life I had just extinguished still lingering like a specter. Ron's death should have quenched the fire that raged within me, but it had only stoked the flames higher. Killing him had awakened something dark and insatiable, a hunger that gnawed at my very soul. I had hoped that his death would bring me peace, that it would honor my mother's memory and…
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77.2 K • Completed
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My heels clacked against the marble floor, the sound echoing in the eerie silence that had fallen over the house. I could hear my father shouting my name, but his voice seemed distant, a mere echo in the fog of my panic. I burst through the front door, the cool night air hitting me like a slap in the face. My heart was pounding in my ears, a frantic drumbeat that spurred me on. I didn't know where I was going, only that I had to get as far away from that house as possible. The drug was still working its…
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77.2 K • Completed
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Opening the journal felt like cracking open a storm, the pages heavy with emotion, as if Scarlet’s pain had soaked into the very paper. The leather binding was worn and soft beneath my fingers, but the weight of what I held made my hands tremble. Each word she had written seemed to scream out at me, etched in messy, desperate strokes that bled with all the emotions she hadn’t been able to say out loud. The first entry I flipped to was from April 10th, the numbers pressed into the page so hard it…
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7.1 K • Ongoing
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